By Henrik Dønnestad It came with a wave, and washed slowly ashore. Exactly what is it I crave, beneath this ocean floor? It comes in waves, and so I held my breath. But this despair enslaves and I remembered death. Sky and ocean rising; And in full living colour became a fine horizon. What beauty to discover. It was never down there, it was always up here.
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